Ensanguined Confrontation [Alisha, Tyler]

[*alishariley]

She just let him leader her to the restroom, she had no energy to fight at the moment, she barely had any energy to walk. Soon she was there in the luxurious room that held heaven with in its lovely walls, the bathtub just glistened as she stared at it. "T-that looks really good." she had shaken out her opinion as she groaned and shivered.

Her body ached horribly as she stood there then watched him motion to the shower. It would do her wonders, but her legs were so weak she didn't know if she could stand for much longer, but she would try none the less.

She pulled away from Addison slowly and walked over to the shower and did her best to get in, she was still wearing her clothes, she didn't know what she was supposed to do, so he would mostly have to coach her through this little situation. All over her body it stung with the cool air brushing over the many random cuts on her body, she leaned against the wall and sighed. "S-so.. h-how should we go about this?" She looked over to him and panted softly, she felt some of her cuts reopening on her legs and shoulder blades since she had walked.

"A-also thank you for letting me shower." She spoke softly as she looked over at him smiling, he was being kind to her so why couldn't she be kind to him? She wasn't sure what was going on with him or her, but she knew that so far she was having an impact on him and he was definitely having an impact on her. "D-do you like being a vampire? O-or isn't it.. all it's cracked up to be?" She had to ask, she wanted to know, when she was little it was what she lived for.

[Addison Beckett *]

A smile fell upon his lips as he heard her thank him for using the restroom. He leaned himself against the door, watching her as she admired the bathroom he had. His eyes scanned and marveled at the luxury of his own possession. Being alive for more then a hundred years really pays off in financial aspects, he thought to himself. As he admired the fabulous craftsmanship of the restroom, his eyes caught a glimpse of Alisha, of the cuts and wounds she had acquired from his own actions. He felt pathetic. He sometimes was sickened of his attitude, of his mishaps and faults. Why? He constantly asked this question to himself, over and over and over again. Because he knows, he knows quite well, that the answer is the fact that he can't bare to admit. He was jealous of humans, and at the same time he hated them, because they had the things he wished for so long he could acquire. That is the reason why he loves to see them hurt, to see them suffer, to see them fall on their knees and beg for his mercy. He feels so...inhuman. Well, he is a vampire after all.

The grin he had slowly faded away as she asked him if he liked being a vampire. Addison looked down for a while, a sigh escaping his lips. "You mean, being immortal?" He chuckled a bit, forcing himself to sound glad as he continued, "Who doesn't?" But as his eyes glanced slightly at the mirror, he saw his own eyes, his own flaws and mistakes. Though he did like and even love some things about being a vampire, he hated one thing. His face owned a straight and serious expression as he looked at her, his lips parting to let him speak, "But I don't want to be a murderer." He pushed himself up, his eyes dancing around Alisha's cuts, feeling sorry for her, guilty of what he has done. He can't quite tell how he feels, but he does know this is not the Addison Beckett that strolled the streets of the world, seeking the ruin and suffering of humans. He was a bit different. Or maybe a lot different.

He walked slowly towards her, his lips gently curving up into a half-smile. He placed his hand on the wall she was leaning on, feeling her warm body so close to his. Addison lifted his free hand to her face, stroking her cheeks gently with the back of his hand. And as though he was speaking in a soft whisper, he said, "I'm sorry." His eyes were pools of emotions, ranging from confusion to sadness to guilt. He was in a state where he had no clue what he was doing, and he was too confused to keep track of his own thoughts. It was quiet, and he could not hear anything but her heartbeat. And rarely, he was not tempted to bite her. Not even a single bit. He moved his face closer to her, brushing his lips gently across her cheek. But his body acted without his mind thinking, and the next thing he knew he was kissing her intently, his cold lips feeling the warmth of her own. Finally, his thoughts came back to him, and moved his face away, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

[*alishariley]

He didn't want to be a murderer, then why was there a dead girl laying on his floor. She shivered remembering the girl and then slowly brought her eyes up to watch him. For some reason though, as she leaned against the wall weakly she believed him. She believed this handsome, sinister, cruel, but gentle creature that stood with in her sight.

His form walked towards her while his hand pressed against the wall near the side of his face, she felt his free hand press softly against her cheek. It was so cold and she felt bad, she was so fascinated by vampires and werewolves, but in so many books she had read movies she had watched it was a luxury to be one, when she watched Addison, it seemed more like a burden. "I'm sorry." She just looked into his eyes, they were full of unanswered emotions and she just wanted to hug him for some reason, but her body was frozen. "You are t-tired of the death.." She spoke softly her voice was so light, like a rose petal falling down through the wind only to make a ripple as it landed in a body of water.

There was so much silence around them, for a while everything went dark and all she saw was him standing there dazed in thought. She had to wonder what he was thinking, but slowly she felt his cold lips against her cheek, and she felt her face heat up slowly causing a blush. Was there something there between the both of them, between a vampire and a human? She was confused now too, that he was being gentle with her, after everything that had just happened between them. Was he playing with her? With in seconds would he all of a sudden rip into her neck with his fangs and drink from her? No, he wouldn't, at least from her point of view it really seemed like he was being sincerely kind and gentle.

Then with out even her knowing it, she felt his chillingly soft lips press against hers in a passion filled kiss, but it only last a few seconds, he soon pulled away and started to apologize. She didn't no how to react, she was in shock as she just stared at him while he apologized. Soon though she shakily brought up her arm and cupped his cheek with in her delicate hand. "I believe you.. Addison. I.." She didn't know what to say, she just knew that she believed him and knew at this moment, he wouldn't hurt her.

[Addison Beckett *]

He smiled halfly when he heard her words saying that she believed him. Why wouldn't she? There were only a few times that he was honest with himself, and this time is one of them. Her hand was so warm, so delicate against his icy skin. It felt...different. What is he doing? He doesn't know if it was right or wrong; a human...and a vampire? It can't be. Besides, he had Nimue, which he loved more than anyone he had been with before. But what is this? What does he have with this Alisha? He couldn't quite understand, he couldn't quite see reasons behind everything. Addison was the kind of person who always yearned for explanations, for reasons behind happenings. But this time, this moment, he was clueless. He lifted his hand to his face, touching her hand. He didn't know what else to say. But he knew words were better for now rather than actions. It was a bit awkward for him, but there was no other choice.

"It's hard," he started saying, with a sad tone in his voice, "Being here. Being who I am. Being a killer. You know, this is never what I wanted to be." He sighed, looking into her eyes for a moment. "But this is here, and this is now, and I cannot undo whatever has happened. I'm a murderer. And I accept that." his heart was beating slowly, as if it was dancing along to the soulful rhythm of a sad song. Inside him emotions flooded his veins, and it felt as if it had been so long since he had thought to himself about his own feelings. He placed his hands gently at her shoulder, twirling a few strands of her hair. He was fascinated by this human; she actually made her think about himself, about who he was. He was right the first time he saw her; she was different. He saw she wasn't the typical human to cowers in fear and hides under the bed when they hear the word "vampire". Instead, she was here, in front of him, so close to his body.

"You should have been afraid of me, you should be afraid of me. But seeing the impact made, I think it might be me who needs to be afraid of you, Miss Stone," he chuckled lowly, watching her eyes intently. He sighed again. His hand moved slowly, from her shoulder to the back of her neck. Gently he pulled her closer to him, closer and closer until their lips touched again. He isn't quite sure what he felt. He isn't quite sure what he was doing. But one thing that he knows for sure is that she isn't his prey anymore. Not anymore. His lips danced around hers, his other hand running around her waist, pulling them closer and closer together.

[*alishariley]

She understood him, but didn't know the feeling of it, because of course as everyone knew she was not a vampire. She couldn't believe it though, they were so close, her body warming his icy one. She wanted to just lean into him and make everything better, but that's who she was the nurse for the broken. She immediately wanted to help those she felt she could help and that's what she wanted to do here. She never got personal though, but with this one she couldn't help it, this included her and it was personal.

He didn't want to be a murderer, but he had accepted. Tired, he was tired of fighting and killing and she would mount on that and try to get him to not accept his killing ways like he had. She felt his hand, his icy touch, move from her hand that was cupping his cheek, to her shoulder. She felt soft tugs at her hair while he played with it. Butterflies moved around in her stomach and she couldn't help but shiver, she was starting to care about her kidnapper, a vampire. But could she help it, she was so unsure she just wanted to scream out all her answer and for him to scream out his, never would that happen.

"You should have been afraid of me, you should be afraid of me. But seeing the impact made, I think it might be me who needs to be afraid of you, Miss Stone," Alisha was caught off guard by this and looked up at him completely and utterly speechless, he was admitting to her having an impact on him. She just felt so odd standing there in front of him while he just stared into her eyes. His hand slowly reached around behind her neck and drew her towards him, closer.. and closer until their lips met once more. She felt her body slowly starting to melt into his grasp as his other arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer.

Her cuts that were cone searing in pain, now numbed, she couldn't even feel them and her world just seemed to spiral into a calm. Their bodies were close, their mind in sync in such a way they knew how each other were feeling, just not sure on how to react, but they were reacting right now and she couldn't help it. So she leaned into him, kissing back, her arms slowly and weakly slinking around his neck, as they shared a passion filled kiss. "W-what a-are we doing Addison, a-are we I mean I.. " She had pulled away from his lips just to babble and slowly pressed her lips back to his, she couldn't help it he had caught her physically and mentally and somewhat emotionally for the time being.

[Addison Beckett *]

His body moved, without his mind knowing. He was there, not caring of other things. Thoughts were not needed. What was this? Has he changed in the blink of an eye? He wasn't sure about anything now, and he felt nothing except her warm body next to his, nothing except the mere fact that he wanted more of her. Right there. Right now. True, hers was different from the cold and electrifying touch of Nimue, but he couldn't quite explain how he felt. He loved Nimue, he loved her dearly. But what was this? What was he feeling for this human? He couldn't think straight, as he felt their bodies press together, as if there was no amount of space left between them. His hands moved over her body, feeling the clothes she had on. Addison's lips moved from her lips down to her neck, feeling warm blood run through her veins. But he wasn't tempted to bite her, not this time. He himself was amazed at this,a wondering why he has changed in such a short period of time. "Alisha," he whispered, as he tugged on the shirt she had on.

Addison shrugged off his coat, and loosened his tie. He felt a wave of warm passion come over him, defying the icy coldness of his own body. His hands moved around her waist, slowly undoing her black shorts. Dark eyes darted towards his left, and his hand stretched out to turn something. And in a split of a second, he felt the water hit his body, as his lips once more touched hers. He ran his fingers through her wet hair, his hands snaking around her legs. Once more he kissed her neck, loving the feel of water hitting their bodies. He knew where this would lead, but he couldn't care. Not now. Perhaps even not ever.

[*alishariley]

All she heard was her name flutter off his lips as she shivered, feeling his hands slide around on her waist as he shrugged off his coat and loosened his tie. She felt his hands move around to the front of her shorts as he undoes them, but leaves them there. She smiled as she slowly pulled up on her shirt and let it fall from her arms as she soon felt water spray over her half naked body as well as over him. She smiled happily as he kissed her again, of course his lips were soft but cold, yet it didn't matter, it left like her body and the water were warming him over.

She shivered softly against the wall as she felt his strong cold hands snake down around her legs. She let out a soft moan as her hair just stuck around her face, she smiled as she felt his lips on hers again. Why did she feel so good, during this moment? What was it about Addison that made her feel like this. Especially after what had just happened with the dead girl? For some reason it just felt right and she didn't know why, or how to put her finger on it, but it just did.

She held her arms around his neck loosely just looking into his eyes, unsure of what to do or say. " W-what do I do? I don't know what to do around you Addison." She finally said to him, but her voice was warm and low, and very soft as she just stared up into his eyes. "I don't know what to do." She then closed her eyes as her forehead slowly pressed against his, her body relaxing while he held her. The smile she wore continued to play along her lips as she felt her wounds slowly being cleaned and washed out, it stung slightly but she didn't mind, because she was with someone who was strong and for this moment only caring about her.

[Addison Beckett *]

"What is this?" He asked himself over and over again, "What is this?" It was unexplainable; that not even a thousand words could define how he felt. It felt like being a child again at the first day of school. You walk down the hallway, not knowing what you were doing there, why you went there on the first place. Though fear fills you, you let go of your mom's hand and go into the room. An undefined feeling comes over you, but you feel you’re doing what is right. You neglect your mind and follow the instincts of your heart, and sit at the chair in front. The learning, the schooling starts, and you feel no regret. No regret at all. That’s how Addison felt.

He felt her hands around his neck; the warmth of her body and the water seeping into him, and for once he felt he was human again. Not immortal. Not a vampire. Not a murderer. He was, well, himself. Her voice made its way to his ears, “W-what do I do? I don't know what to do around you Addison. I don't know what to do." Addison sighed, and lifted his hand to cup her cheeks. Water continued to hit his body, but ht didn’t quite feel it. What he felt was her; right there, right that moment. “Me too,” he whispered, a slight dash of fear clear in his tone of voice. He was scared. He was afraid of this…this thing that he knows nothing about. Addison knew he was intelligent; he was capable of quickly grasping the concept of things. But perhaps, not this time. Not this time.

“But do you know that feeling,” he started to say, “When everything seems difficult to understand, yet it always feels right?” He continued to press his forehead against hers. “That’s how I feel. Weird, isn’t it,” he gave out a slight laugh, and placed one of his hands around her waist. “But who ever said we should know what we’re doing?” He smiled, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and worked slowly on her clothing.

[*alishariley]

Their bodies pressed together, both hot and wet, with wants and needs. At the same time though, if felt good just to be there in the moment with him just touching not doing anything really, caressing, caring. Why did it matter though, right? She was human, he wasn't, but there was a part of her that couldn't help but think he truly was enjoying this and that in this moment there was nothing that he wanted more. She felt his cool hand press against her cheek as he just looked into her eyes, she saw fear as he said he felt the same, and she felt her heart flutter for a second.

She bet that he could feel it, her heart racing now as she just stayed there pressed against the wall. Her arms pulled closer around his neck bringing him closer to her, while her right leg was up and wrapped around his waist. She just wanted him to be as near as physically possible, with out taking off clothes that is. She loved the feel of his skin and their bodies so close, the water dripping down both of their bodies, making everything seem even more serene.

Everything seems difficult to understand, yet it always feels right... Yea.. she knew the feeling all too well it's what she felt right now and it was driving her insane, she was starting to feel for Addison, her capturer, a vampire, but one thing she did not believe was that he was a monster and if he was, he wasn't now, not before her, he wasn't. She shivered listening to his words, just letting them sink in, because they were completely spot on. “But who ever said we should know what we’re doing?” She couldn't help it and slowly started to pull up on his shirt as it clung to his body because of the water, but she didn't mind, it allowed her fingers to brush and caress his abs and his ribs and chest, it felt good.

She felt him working on her clothes as well and blushed just a little as she moved her hand to his cheek like he had done to her, but she kissed him gently, her velvety lips soft against his. "I w-want this.. Addison." Fear could be heard in every syllable, she was scared, not of him but of that she actually wanted it, not only that but she was starting to fall for him and didn't want to get hurt. "I-i'm scared.. Addison." Her voice a whisper pressing against his ear as she slowly started to work on his pants.

[Addison Beckett *]

He let her pull his shirt off, and the feeling of her warm fingertips over his chest and stomach was overwhelming. Water continued to hit their bodies, and he felt he wanted her even more. Was this lust? No, he could tell. There was more than just bodily desire. Was this…love? No, he thought. It was not love. Or was it? He couldn’t tell. How could he understand this, how could he let her understand this, if he himself was also clueless? Even his more than a century of existence couldn’t provide him the reasons and explanations he yearned for. But what mattered to him was that moment. Their bodies pressed together, his eyes set to hers.

Addison ran his fingers through her hair, letting himself pour his affections towards her. He placed a kiss on her cheek, “Don’t be scared,” he said softly, and then planted a kiss on her neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Looking into her eyes, he exclaimed, “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He traced his finger from her cheek down to her chest, and slowly pulled down her shorts. He kissed her lips gently, before nibbling playfully on her neck. His grip on her waist tightened, as he felt his desire grow more as their bodies pressed. He had allowed her to take off every piece of his clothing, and so did he to her.

“Alisha,” he softly whispered, kissing her ear. He pushed her gently against the wall, as he began to enter her. Addison couldn’t tell why they were doing this, but he felt a deep attraction towards this…this human. If he were to think of his old self, he’d be disgusted at what he was doing. But now was different. He didn’t feel disgust, nor hate, nor dislike. What he felt was more like…an indescribable feeling that felt like love. He knew he loved Nimue. But could he have given himself to Alisha? Could he have fallen? Questions play at the back of his mind, but he was currently occupied by his physical expression of his affections to her.

[*alishariley]

She shivered feeling her shorts slowly drag over her legs, since they were wet. Her eyes closed as she bit down on her lower lip, just feeling him touch her, everywhere, it felt so good. She was falling for him, she could no longer deny that Addison, was someone she couldn't help but fall for. It wasn't because he was a vampire, it was because he who believed he was a monster had changed just by speaking with her, he had changed into who he was before, at least that's what she thought, he had become spiritually human.

He told her do not be afraid and the best thing was, that she wasn't afraid not even a little, she was slowly just falling in love. Skin tingling after his fingers traced over her body, her chest, her neck and her cheek, god his touch was amazing. How did this happen though, how was it possible that she was falling for someone who had stolen her away from her life? Why didn't any of that seem to matter to her now? Why didn't anything thing seem to matter to her?

She felt him kiss over her ear and whisper her name softly. She couldn't believe it, but it didn't matter it was still amazing and it still felt good and sounded like ecstasy. She leaned into him more, pressing her naked body against his while closing her eyes once more. This felt so, so good.. it just felt right and all she wanted to do was kiss him, kiss him and never stop. Soon enough she felt him enter her, her mouth opened as she took in a quick breath. " A-ah,... G-god Addison." She couldn't help but moan out as she moved her arms around his neck tighter, bringing his body closer to hers. " O-ohhh." She bit her lower lip and moaned out a little more as she just held her body close to his. "D-dont ever let go.. Addison... please Don't ever let go."

[Addison Beckett *]

Her words made their way to his ears, which was the only thing he heard aside from the beating of her heart. There was something different about it; its rhythm was not as it was before. It just wasn’t the same. Has she…fallen for him? Is she still falling for him? Questions that he cannot avoid kept ringing inside his mind, though he continued to ignore them, not wanting to break the moment. She told him she doesn’t want him to let go. He touched her lips in a passion-filled kiss, before he broke it when he smiled. “I’m never going to let go.”

He pulled himself away from her, controlling him desire; their hands were still intertwined. Addison glanced at the counter and grabbed two bathrobes from the drawers, a smile not fleeing from his lips. “Here, love,” he said, while putting on the robe on her and on himself. His hands moved to turn off the shower, and his feet led them outside the bathroom. His ears caught the sound of the slight squish as their wet bodies, hand in hand, moved across the floor. Slowly he led her to the door to his room. Odd, he never let anyone enter that except for Nimue. But then again, this night changed things for him.

A week ago, he recalled having a dream; he was human again. He didn’t burn as the sunlight kissed his skin, and in the darkness of the night he was asleep, not hunting. And he was happy; he cared, he understood, he gave, he loved. He loved. And right now, he felt he was human. Just for that night. He might have been human again.

Addison stretched out a hand, and felt the icy surface of the doorknob come in contact with his. He turned it, and his room came into view. It looked perfect in the moonlight. By now, he knew she could see that he loved the color black; from the black silk sheets, to the curtains. The reason why he was attracted to such a color is that the color black could represent something empty, yet it could also represent something that’s fully colored. It was like him. Kind of empty, yet at the same time, kind of full. He closed the door behind them, and smiled at her.

He tugged gently at her hand, bringing her to sit on the bed, and he instantly sat beside her. Holding her hand, he said, “Sometimes I think I never deserve happiness. But now, now I think I must have been wrong.” Addison smiled, cupping her cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. He kissed her, and slowly pushed her down to lay on the bed.

[*alishariley]

She believed him as he spoke the words of never letting her go, and she was glad that she did. Her eyes fluttered open as she felt him move from her still keeping her hand in his while he grabbed to robes. He slipped one onto each of them and all she could do was smile, because when he was placing on the robe on her, he had called her love. She looked up at him and once he turned around to start to leave, she stopped him and kissed his cheek and then followed him out of the room.

She wanted him, in more ways than one, but she couldn't just blurt it out, could she? Her thumb brushed over the top of his hand as she held his. Her eyes closed for a second as she took in everything that was happening, was he falling for her too? She smiled once again and opened her eyes feeling him stop. She saw a door and she could only guess that it was his room, she pressed into his side more and smiled looking as he slowly opened the door.

With in the room, she knew his favorite color had to be black, because that's all his room was. She didn't mind it, the color suited him and it wasn't because he was dark and cruel, but black also gave off a calm, soothing feeling and that's what made it seem like him. She followed him as he led her towards the bed, and smiled when he made her sit down and he immediately sat down next to her. Heat rose with in her cheeks and a soft pale rose colored soon graced them, the blush eminent. She looked up at him and into his eyes and her blushed brightened a little bit more.

Then he spoke while he looked back down at her and she couldn't help but lean into him after, his words floating through her head 'Sometimes I think I never deserve happiness. But now, now I think I must have been wrong.' As soon as she leaned into him though, she felt his hand cup her porcelain cheek, his thumb pressing over the soft smooth skin. Soon enough she was laying down on the bed and moving her arms up around his neck, this to her was a perfect moment, and she didn't want it to stop.

[Addison Beckett *]

He kissed her forehead, then her cheek, and her lips. “Alisha,” he whispered, “Don’t leave me,” he said, kissing her neck. He didn’t want to be alone again. He didn’t want to be left behind. Everyone left in his life. Did they think that because he looked so strong, he can survive by being alone? There was so much more behind that façade, so much that he wished Alisha would soon discover.

He wanted to feel human again – to be acknowledged, to be cared for, to be loved, to be understood. He hadn’t felt that in such a long time that he had lost track of it. For so long he ad longed for real affection, real love, and he had found that in Nimue. But this, what he had with Alisha, it was different. It was something beyond. Something that even he cannot explain.

His hands moved down her body, and felt a piece of cloth; it was her robe. Slowly he slid it off of her, pressing his body against hers. Gently, his hand held hers; he felt time had stopped. As he looked into her eyes, he felt an odd feeling linger inside him; like he never wanted this to end. Her body was warm compared to his icy skin, but he felt no difference between them whatsoever.

Because of her, he didn’t feel like a vampire. He didn’t feel immortal. He didn’t feel like a murderer. All those labels faded away, and it was as if he was freed from all judgments, all names, all other words that they accompany with them creatures. He felt normal again.

Addison planted a kiss on her shoulder, then on her heart, and on her stomach. He entered her, feeling the rhythm of his thrusts. He wanted her to feel how much he longed for her. Not only his bodily desire, but his desire for all of her. Her attention, her affections, her presence. He felt everything of her; and it was incomparable the way their bodies came in contact.

[*alishariley]

She heard her name played on his lips and shivered softly she loved hearing him speak. She just loved everything about him, but did she love him? "Don't leave me." Her heart soon pounded as she heard those words, her eyes starting to tear. Did someone truly want her around for real? She couldn't believe that he actually said that and all she could do was shake her head at first, but finally she found her voice, "I would never dream of doing such Addison." She spoke softly while bringing her arms around his neck tightly just hugging him tightly.

Was this really happening? Could she actually feel her heart start to mend just by being around him? She was so afraid to fall for someone after Shane, she didn't see herself ever caring for someone so much again, but here Addison was just holding her and she felt safe. "Addison, I feel so safe around you.. and I don't know what to do... Addison.. I think I'm falling for you," she spoke softly whispering it softly into his ear. Alisha truly was falling for him and it scared her, but for some reason she felt like she would be safe and her fear seemed to slowly leave her.

His hand was moving her body and she could help but shiver while goose bumps ran up over her skin. She bit down on her lower lip while looking down at him, he picked her up somewhat and slipped the robe from her body and she shivered against him more while his body pressed down against hers. She gasped out slowly and then smiled up at him while his hands took hers. She just loved his presence and right now she had forgotten he was a creature of the night, she felt Addison against her, nothing else not a monster or a human, or an angel just Addison and that's all that matter.

She just stared up into his dark mysterious eyes, which didn't seem so mysterious anymore, but they were full of want and need and confusion and something else she couldn't quite understand what it was. But she smiled up at him as she then watched him slowly kiss down her body, causing more goose bumps to rise up on her fair skin. He soon entered her as she felt her mouth widened with a gasp of pain and pleasure. She moaned out softly as she wrapped her arms around around his neck once more bringing him closer to her as she panted softly into his ear. "Addison.. I'm falling for you.. d-dont ever leave me please... d-don't be the last person to break my heart Addison. Please be the last one to hold it and to never let go." She whispered and moaned into his ear meaning every single word of it.